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adil omar - pindi express lyrics

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[verse 1]

i’m an outlaw, baby, call me waylon jennings
all you a-holes go awol, get laid out, deadly
i’m a sharp shooter, never spark buddha
out for your heart, get marked, come submit to the dark ruler
a star trooper, i ain’t no base-head chump
i got the fire and conviction of a straight edge punk
waving black flags, quick to make you sp-ce heads jump
and got the package if she wanna get her face head-f-cked, for real
yeah, and when i tickle her thang, she goes (?)
it’s cl-ssical; radicals
you can your man could get snuffed quicker
go figure, we the opposite of conscious f-ck givers
the pacquiao of phaddas, packing punches in rapper’s lunches
knuckle sandwich servers with a platter for half these suckers
handled like a bunch of f-cking wickets, you all in line
we known for playing cricket like we bowling for columbine

[hook]

pindi express train, hit ’em up with something quick
faster than the speed of light, we make ’em duck and sh-t
it’s like a virus when we hit ’em up with something sick
where my paki rambos at?

[verse 2]

mini cooper city troopers getting rid of you losers
jinnah super, system boomin’, every inch of these woofers
fake gucci, fake armani, got a hold of your grandson
and we’re laughing cause a stolen iphone is the ransom
deliver it to cinepax, we silver-back gorillas
with the tinted gl-ss windows and the whip is black
you don’t want to drama with my homies, stay prepared for you phonies
got an army of kids, but don’t compare me to kony
i’m finna stare at your ho’, when she preparing to bone me
she go – (?) – it’s typical
we sons of anarchy, consultants of chaos
a pack of wild wolves, you f-ckers smothered in steak sauce
in the cl-ss of 2012, i be the outcast
homecoming queens, i’mma end up in your mouth, fast
jocks wanna jump, you get a challenge to act, soon
i shot more frat boys than national lampoon

[hook]

pindi express train, hit ’em up with something quick
faster than the speed of light, we make ’em duck and sh-t
it’s like a virus when we hit ’em up with something sick
where my paki rambos at? – tell ’em what the f-ck it is



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